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the beautiful But is That beauty vein
Filtered by historical wretched unruly gain
Left wing to right wing maybe the whole bird is sick
Maybe the cure of this

brother and that'll help us
Get our connect back
To win my spot in the hood but it's all good
I don't down you foreigner
Cause if a shoot out is what you

a shawty with some brown skin
I need me a girl to throw it down in
She love the way I do it
Love my sound, yeah
And I love the way you move it all around

Who's in the House

Unity Klan

One Day

there goes a little mouse
Who's in the house

[Chrous]

Live in the hood in 97
Jesus is in the mix in the mist Unity is my click
And I roll wit as I flow

by the strobelights
I hardly wear my necklaces and yet my future so bright
But water's running out, they say we in a drought
So you can't be chasing

know how crazy this next part might sound
But I need a chick that’s large and thick playing with my hockey stick
Then she do the splits as a part of my

like how it feels i told her
I was born in the hood
But my voice sound white like bill
And speaking of the bill
I made her pay for the bill
And I ain't

up with people inside, who would watch it boil
But some come out of the pressure and heat
Brighter than any of the lights passing by, on these neon

believing this correct route shit
Moody cabbie muddy puddle reflecting my avi
A.N.C. twitter relief style
Profile wild mad traffic in my attic 
Meanwhile

Guwop
Pour four ounces in my soda
Turn it to a new pop

I don’t need a entourage
I’ll slide by myself
Pink AR hit a nigga in the neck or the chest
I just

to keep up without our own rocket thrust
Will Amazon sell a Jetson jetpack I can strap to my body
For the lil boy on the potty is dreaming enough of a hobby

and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin', these packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically

Now was it certain shit I did 
Got these voices in my head 
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can 
Keep a pistol by my bed 
Murder

since dont mention
Ever since we are the champions
Ever since be who you are

Number open in my hood cause am a top shotta
Herb up in the air but I ain’t

Now you know, I've got monsters in my attic
But what you may not know is that Rolley
Got a group of them to jump in and out of any thought that I

the whole hood on my shoulders yea that's back pack
Coming up they wasn't around just like a bad dad
Now everything I drop is a bomb that sound like Baghdad

say lil' dude got the best
Every time I tell my gang to score, that shit be nothin' but net
Every hood I step in, I'ma make sure them bitches remember

some more ridin the foreign it sound like a boat
Lean on my swisher I'm drinking a coke blue Benjamin's hanging outta my coat
When I had a burner I roll

than my bud
Heard he was talking with a bug
So now we gotta pull up
Every rat gotta die for one slip of the tongue
Grew up in a hood where they know me

Remember this signature sound right here, coming up
Two seconds, one, one and a half, two seconds

[Shaq & Peter]
Uh, Peter Gunz like what
Uh,

cracking down getting around
Changing towns making sounds
All for the glory of God
Say it's all for the glory of God
Can't lie he been my rod
My pockets

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

of a bitch, you'll be runnin' up all the time
Tryin' to test my hood
I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
Punk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin'

Happily
My shooter step like the melpomene
Out of amphetamines had to reschedule him
Nigga stole my bike in the hood but im peddling
Still make a nickel

I put my heart in this
It's stretched out, put it all on the table
With my chest out, truth hit's not a fable

I'm entertained, by Will Smith